My Summer Life.

Suddenly my summer is a whirlwind of activity, whoooo.:D AS IN.X0 classes from 7.30-12, which wouldn't be such a bad thing really if they weren't specifically Economics with a slavedriver teacher who believes our worlds revolve around his precious macroeconomics, Probability with a teacher who teaches stuff I can answer while juggling three balls in one hand (yesss I can't do that.XP But for now I can for exaggeration's sake.XP) which only means that when the departmental long tests come stomping around the corner I shall DIE, and of course, the cherry on top of the very big....umm... Starbucks Caramel Coffee Jelly, whoooooooo!...is the Seminar on Problem Solving Techniques under Queena Lee-Chua and Fr. Ben.XP Good grievance. If there ever was a class designed to make you feel like you had the IQ of a really backward specimen of tapeworm, boy oh boy, this was it.XP Huhuhu. AT LEAST! I know the Petal of the Rose!:D Ooooh that reminds me. I shall go get myself knighted by the Fellowship of the Rose.:D I'm not so incredibly stupid after all.:D

ANYWAY. To continue whining and griping over my summer sched, I have summer training MWF 1-5, ANI TTH 1.30-2.40, and ADSA volunteer work sprinkled in there somewhere.X0 Not that I'm really whining or griping, mind. I wouldn't drop any of my stuffs if I can help it.XP Besides, having loads of activity is MANNA FROM HEAVEN compared to the three weeks of absolute NOTHINGNESS back at home.X0 Gahhhhh. At least I feel purposeful, which is something I don't really feel very often, gahhh.XP

And of course, the highlight of my day, the quasi-chance to see RJ!:D Which is not very often and for only a limited time, huhuhu, because he turns into a pumpkin at the stroke of 6pm.X0 I could probably compute the probability (or even the probability of me computing the probability, hardeeharhar) but then I'm not very masipag, am I, and that makes me wonder what the holy hells am I doing in Math195G.1, because I unfortunately cannot muster the stamina to undergo thirteen straight effing hours of torture to get that singular high of solving a really disgusting problem whose answer nobody really cares about anyway and which you really won't be applying to your everyday life anytime soon. Good grief, I swear she should get a life.o_0 or a nice hobby, like counting clouds or something.XP Good grievance.X0

Yaaaaah, I must be off. Still have tons to do.XP Can you lot believe I am actually studying?? What in the holy blazes???XP Holy fuck, there isn't even a longtest anywhere in the immediate periphery and I am STUDYING. Oh wonderfulness.XP Aaaagh. Well, turrah.XP

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Sigh.

Not feeling up to a long blog.

Went to Batangas and Tagaytay with the team. Had a glorious three days, nevermind I didn't go out when there was sun and went out when there wasn't. Ohohoho.

Got my grades. Showed mum. Six A's (including PE, ohohoho.) and a C+ (oh guess what it is? Accounting!XP). Mum takes one look and says, "o, bat C+ ka lang?? Accounting pa!" Oh joy.

Wanna go to condo na. Never want to return here again.X0

Hmmm. Methinks parents know something. Actually, I don't even think. Mum outright said it. Hmmm. Wonder how much they know. Fuckfuckfuck. Glorious.

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Ego! Wherefore art thou??

Oh FUCK. Now I'm all teary-eyed. Obviously, I have repressed my feelings about the whole affair. Godfuckingdammit.XP Obviously, I also feel strongly about the whole affair. Gahhhd. EGO! DUUUUUUUUUDE! Do your stuff mehn, I'm feeling the anxiety already!XP Defense mechanisms, do your stuff!X0

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Crud.

Ohohoho. Boy, do I have an anecdote.

Yesternight Inggy and I were not-so-surreptitiously talking about getting our ears pierced for the second time. Needless to say, mommy went all ANO HINDI PWEDE ANG PANGET NG ITSURA NUN HINDI PWEDE so I went like, shrug, two years to go (cuz I'm 19. do the math.) and she said AY KAHIT NA HINDI TALAGA PWEDE KAHIT KELAN!! and her eyes went like bulging and everything. And I'm looking at her weirdly with my ohhhkay-like-you-have-a-say look.o_0

But no, that's only my intro.

Suddenly daddy ker-plops with a little explosion and rants on about ohhh, since dati pa nasteel na niya sarili niya to accept anything blah dee blah, na ngayon wala na siyang pakialam, kahit ano daw mangyari matatanggap niya, wala na siyang pake blah dee blah, and all sorts of shit that came spouting out very vehemently that you'd have to be really thick not to realize he has issues man ooooh that egocentric little sod I swear he can't be made to see reason because he is so wrapped up in his own world which he thinks revolves around himself (which it doesn't) and oh, he went on and on and on and went on about ohh, mas maganda na raw na mas maaga na kami maghiwalay the better blah dee blah, and then mummy goes 'di ba napakasama niyang sabihin sa anak? and daddy goes hinde mabuti nang ngayon pa lang sinasabi na! and then I mutter to Inggy, buti nga 'di tayo druggies e, which only meant hello, I'm a FUCKING GOOD GIRL, and then daddy goes SIGE, magdrugs kayo or whatever, are you daring me, wala akong pakialam! in this very intense way, and I was like whoa, chill out, I wasn't even talking to you, you sod.

Take note, he went all hey-ho because we talked about getting our ears pierced. Talk about issues, man. I dearly would've loved helping him sort himself out, but unfortunately he's way too far gone. Too egocentric and thinks he's bloody fucking right all of the time. What a loser.

Okay, I am not narrating this very well since obviously I'm still harboring pretty strong feelings about the whole affair. But no. I do not care.XP I do not care one whit anymore about the whole affair, hrumpf.

Anyway, suffice it to say that apparently my parents think we're hopeless cases and that we're too far gone to salvage even a wee bit of decency.XP Now they're making parinig na oh, they have three more to go to make it right (the three little pigs. erm, siblings.) SHURE, whatever. FUCK man, say whatever you want.XP

Jeebus, I didn't turn out that badly, did I? Did pretty decently, I should think...FUCKING HOUSE. And now I can't get out because I do not have a single peso to my name. Okay, that was exaggerating, I have about six bucks.o_0 Ohhhh crud I need comfort food.

For the record, what daddy said and everything else implied smarted. A little. Somewhere down there in the soft flesh of nerves inside my rock-hard enamel. (I'm talking about teeth here.) Fortunately, I brush my teeth and floss with a vengeance. Only a little ways to go before a root canal and it's good-bye, nerves.XP

Inggy thinks she's the black sheep of the family. But then she's really nice to the parents too, considering. I mean inside she's really kind to them. Understanding and everything. (At least during the time she made her scrapbook anyway.:D) Mum and dad don't really know what they're dissing and making duro to the ground. They're looking at the wrong black sheep.XP

Because I don't give a whit about them. The sooner I get out and make my own money and stand on my own feet, the better. It's all so CRUDDY to have to still depend on them for monetary purposes and shit. Thank you for the money, I'll send you a check in about five years.XP But as soon as I can, I'm walking away without a backward glance. Good riddance.:P

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Yahow, another rant.XD

Good grievance. Been coasting through my previous entries and whew, either I crammed me blog chock-full of tests or I crammed it with "bloody fuck"s. Hahaha. What fun.

But oh, I remember something (one of the things anyway) that I've been meaning to blog!:D Last, erm, Wednesday I think, went to school for summer training. Rode an FX (which will be followed by the MRT, then the LRT, but oh, before that, meet RJ on the way!:D) and then there were these two semi-old women (um. late middle age. something like that.o_0) right across from me, and they were carrying out this conversation about a mutual friend...

Semi-old Woman #1: Si [kwan], sino na nga ba asawa niya?
Semi-old Woman #2: Ah, yung nagtitinda ng prutas sa Ayala? Kaso ngayon wala na ulit trabaho...
SOW (haha, sow. that's funny.XD) #1: o0, yun...bakit ganun, e ang dami-daming nanliligaw kay [kwan], may engineer, may ganito etc etc, bat yun pa napili niya?
SOW #2: sabagay, gwapo naman. at least magaganda yung mga anak nila.
SOW #1: magaganda nga, wala namang makain...

And all through this conversation I believe my face was continuously contorting into various depictions of WHAT THE FUCK?? Good grievance, is that all the Juans and Juanas (errr. Petras? Marias?o_0) are looking for these days?? sabagay, gwapo naman?? MyGED.o_0 In the first place, stop fucking around! Good GOD cannot you lot do anything more productive than procreate?? You're filling our sad country with more and more little gremlins who you can't feed properly anyway much less give a proper education and what will they turn out to be in the end?? The same kind who thinks the main goal of life is to land a pretty face and fuck 'til you're all dry.XP Good GRIEVANCE. Kulang na kulang na nga tayo sa trabaho, pararamihin niyo pa ang mga tao??? I remember we were going through errr Tandang Sora, was it?? and there were all these dudes (with sandos or none at all with humongous pot bellies that have hardened over time, good GOD, typical) and dames just sitting around with a truckload of little children galloping around them, sitting on their laps, blah dee blah. And what is THAT supposed to be, pray tell?? Family quality time?? Are we supposed to say awwww, look at them having fun doing absolutely nothing but bask in the sun like potbellied lizards? Are we supposed to say ooooh look at the happy children, wow children are our light and joy, let's go make some more??XP

And the same goes for everyone else (read: mum and dad!XP five bloody children! tapos ngayon nag-iinarte kayo tungkol sa mga tuition and everything?? I find it rather hard to muster up proper sympathy.XP)

Find a proper fucking job and make sure you can actually produce economically useful people before you go to the actual making of the useful people.

Or use bloody condoms! What's so hard about using bloody condoms?? High school kids can unroll 'em five seconds tops!XP

Aaaaaaaaaaaand I ranted again. So this entry is of the "bloody fuck" kind. Harharhar. Maybe I'll do tests next time.XP

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Blah.

Hrm. Drattit. I know I had lots and lots to blog here but now that I'm here, um, wala na. Whoosh. Goes my brain.XP At wala na akong maisip iblog.o_0 This is sad. Really.

Had my braces tightened yesterday. Now I'm staring sadly at lunch. Kanina I stared sadly at breakfast. Using advanced methods of high-level deduction, I believe I shall be staring sadly at dinner tonight as well.XP I'm hungry.

Pero bilib ako kay kevin ha. Medyo lang.o_0 Had two teeth ripped outta him and he can still eat. MyGED.

I seem to have misplaced my jumprope.o_0 Looks like I'll have to use the spare invisible one.XP Doesn't do much in the way of coordination, though.

I really do think I had a lotta things I was planning to write here! Grf. Dangit. Ohwell.o_0

Oh, and Queena Lee-Chua apparently thinks I'm turning the Paulinian name around. Because usually, we Paulinians are known daw for humanities (coming from Queena, that simply means we SUCK at math.XD No, really. Our math curriculum SUCKS.) but no, I'm doing oh-so-excellently daw in ME.o_0 Apparently, someone didn't look at my Ma21 and 22 grades very properly.XP But oh, Queena knows me!:D Hurrah!:D

Good grievance. Can I stagnate anymore here in this household? I am sick and tired of the little brats pounding away on the PS2 day and night. Inggy's and my PS2, if I want to get tetchy about it. Which I am.XP Hrmf. One more week and say goodbye to our PS2 forever, brats!XP

Which reminds me. Need to come up with a new roomie pront0. Gahhh. Like as in by April 5 pront0. Which is like two days away. Gahhh.

I have absolutely nothing else I can think of to blog. Good grievance. Hence I shall vamoose.

theHERETICisIN.
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